"Treetop Silence"


Silence stains a poisoned trail
where laughter used to live
Another broken moonbeam
A victim of circumstance
Here in these woods...
The darkness calls no name
Swift haunting breezes
None know why they came
Magic remembered behind cold eyes
Be they hunter or prey?
Echoes in the treetops
Fear has come they say
A delight to the snares in hiding
Cold blooded souls await
In these woods the air is thick tonight
Anticipations turn inviting
Another challenge has crossed over
For some - The trail remains unfollowed
Others - Are yet to be swallowed

written by R. Russell ©1992